Quote by Michael Gruber

“No matter how the blows jolted his arms, he would keep swinging. No matter how the scythe trembled in his hands, he would hold…

— Shae Ford

“There was only the wind, and his warmth, and the boom of his powerful wings.”

— Sarah J. Maas

“He’s but a windlet that blows the dust about my ankles. There is another that I flee, and he is a storm that sweeps…

— Isaac Asimov

“He's a force of nature. The wind would carry me right back to him.”

— J.M. Darhower

“Ironic. I'm here because of my inherent dangerousness, but it's my inherent politeness that makes me put up with this. With him.”

— Sophie Jordan

“It gives you the impression of an escaped lunatic's conversation while chasing his hat on a windy day.”

— W.H. Lewis

“It's like my mind knows to stay as far away from him as possible... but my bones, my skin quiver in his presence.”

— David Estes

“Even bloody and bruised, he had an odd sort of swagger, as if he crash-landed in giant air ships every day.”

— Scott Westerfeld

“A strong breeze is natures way of blowing away our sorrows.”

— Beth Hoffman

“And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried…

— Arthur Golden

“I wasn't made with wings so I could fly away. So here I stand, fighting for a brighter day. That fight begins with me.”

— D. Allen Miller

“What's dangerous in the hands of the multitudes, he said, with what may or may not have been irony, is safe enough for those…

— Margaret Atwood